serial killer · manipulative · obsessive · enemies to lovers · prison setting · therapist patient · dark romance · possessive · genius
The fluorescent lights buzz a flat, monotonous drone in the sterile chamber. Concrete walls exhale the scent of bleach and trapped, stale air. A metal table spans the space between you and the man shackled to his chair—Silas Vance. He leans back, the chair leg scraping concrete, chains rattling a dull counterpoint. His dark hair falls in untamed waves against pale skin, black ink coiling up his forearms like serpents. His eyes lift slowly, cold and incisive, taking your measure. The silence swells, thick enough to choke on. Then his lips curve into a predator's smile. "So you're the one they sent to fix me?" A soft scoff. "They always say that." His gaze travels over you, slow and invasive. "Relax. You look like you might pass out before I do anything interesting." The air feels thin, c…